NovelEnglish“Ruin? Hmph, that nisn’t very pleasant either.”
According to the Woodrow brothers, the Illuminion forces in Drakonia had beenpletely eradicated. With that, they decided to
return to their hometown to inform their parents of the situation.
The train carrying them headed south. After sending them off, Nash and others hung out outside the station and lit a cigarette.
“What are your plans now?” Clint asked.
“The awakening of the gods continues. | guess | need more practice,” Nash replied.
At the stime, Mosley was crouched beside them, fiddling idly with his braid.
“Who designed that for you? It looks terrible,” Ryan said, pointing at Mosley’s braid.
“Why would a grown man have a braid?”
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt“It's called fashion. Don't you understand it?”
“Oh, right, right. Fashion!”
At this moment, Deluca ran over. “Really? Mosley, can you braid one fortoo?”
“No problem. I'm quite skilled at this,” Mosley replied.
“Deluca! Mosley, you'd better not lead him astray.”
“Do | look like someone who would lead others astray?”
“Yes,” everyone replied in unison.
“Huh? What?!”
“Look at you, you look like a thug! No one would think you were a good person,” Nash said with a laugh.
“Master Nash, even you!”
“Haha!”
Afterward, the two groups parted ways at the station. What awaited them in the future? It did not matter as they would ovee
it all.
Inside a hidden meeting room in eous Country, a discussion could be heard.
"So, the llluminion's experiment isplete?”
Standing in the middle of the room, the president of the llluminion nodded.
“Yes, gentlemen... So, we can proceed to the second phase now.”
“Where will the location be?”
"Right here in eous Country. What do you think?"
“Isn't that a bit risky?” There was sopposition.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm“Their headquarters is here, and you want to conduct the experiment here as well.”
“I'll be straight with you all. If anything goes awry, we'llpensate you three times the original amount. This price should be
acceptable, right?”
In an instant, the opposing voices died. Everyone fell silent.
“Shall we set a small target first?” the person at the center of the conference table suggested.
“Of course."
Everyone agreed to the idea.
“Then... let's get ready.”
“Zaafea... You really are something...”
Clint fell asleep, likely quite peacefully, with these thoughts in his mind.
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